"Everything is as you wished. The army is gathering at the Screaming Peaks, and the surrounding gnoll tribes have also begun assembling in accordance with your will."
The speaker was Doresain, the Ghoul King. He hunched over with an excessively fawning smile on his face, looking more like a clown than a majestic demon lord. In truth, that was exactly what he was. Doresain had only ever pursued one thing in his life: eating!
In a sense, he was an extreme hedonist like Malcanthet, except he only enjoyed eating. Even when he had still been a balor, eating was the only thing that interested him. Later, this hobby began to affect his body. His once tall, fat frame had grown incredibly gaunt under his endless hunger, until he became the wretched figure he was now.
Yeenoghu glanced at Doresain, then waved him away in disgust. They were about to depart.
Yeenoghu disliked Doresain. In fact, not many in the entire Abyss liked Doresain. Even demons held him in particular contempt—not because he had no principles. Though Doresain was infamous for shifting with the wind and had betrayed others countless times, his general rule was simple: whoever won, he sided with them. For example, he had once served Orcus. The moment Orcus first disappeared, Doresain immediately betrayed him. Then, when Orcus returned, he promptly went back under Orcus's command.
Then, after Orcus fell, the bastard turned around and pledged himself to Yeenoghu... Even while serving Yeenoghu, he had betrayed him several times. If not for the fact that he knew how to read the situation and yielded to Yeenoghu again after every betrayal, Yeenoghu would have killed him long ago.
By now, Doresain had nothing left to yield. He belonged wholly and completely to Yeenoghu. His true name and his soul